Cherub657
Planetoid
- Joined
- Aug 17, 2010
Sean kicked a can down the alley way as the rain fell down on his head. "Fuck." he said as the can skitted down the pavement. "Fuck." he repeated louder as he kicked it again. "Fuck!" he yelled and punted the can as hard as he could. "It's not that hard to give somebody a job." he muttered as he turned the corner, walking down the street he took to get to his home. This was his 9th interview, and his 9th failure. He hadn't had any luck since he graduated college. "I'm running out of money and I can't get a fucking break!" he said as he hunched his shoulders to protect him from the cold rain.
He turned another corner and heard a few rattles in another alley way. His eyes moved towards the direction of the noise. He saw a dog biting at and snarling at a small kitten on the ground, wet and pathetic looking, it was obvious that the kitten was in no position to defend itself. Without hesitating, he ran over to the kitten. "Hey! Hey! Mutt! Get outta here!" he said and made motions to make himself seem larger to the dog. It wasn't too hard to make the dog scurry away. "Git outta here." he yelled after it before kneeling down next to the hurt kitten. "Let's get you warm and safe." he said before picking the limp form up in his arms and running on home.
As soon as he got home, he dried the kitten off, setting her on the couch he had, making sure she was balanced carefully on the best pillow. He looked through the kitchen for something to give her to eat. All he found was his last loaf of bread, which was barely even a loaf. He sighed, knowing what he had to do. He broke it up into little pieces and carried it back to the feline. He layed it in front of her, making sure she would eat it. "At least one of us can feel a bit better, eh?" he said before leaning his head against the couch arm and closing his eyes. "At least one of us can.." he muttered before he drifted off into sleep.
He turned another corner and heard a few rattles in another alley way. His eyes moved towards the direction of the noise. He saw a dog biting at and snarling at a small kitten on the ground, wet and pathetic looking, it was obvious that the kitten was in no position to defend itself. Without hesitating, he ran over to the kitten. "Hey! Hey! Mutt! Get outta here!" he said and made motions to make himself seem larger to the dog. It wasn't too hard to make the dog scurry away. "Git outta here." he yelled after it before kneeling down next to the hurt kitten. "Let's get you warm and safe." he said before picking the limp form up in his arms and running on home.
As soon as he got home, he dried the kitten off, setting her on the couch he had, making sure she was balanced carefully on the best pillow. He looked through the kitchen for something to give her to eat. All he found was his last loaf of bread, which was barely even a loaf. He sighed, knowing what he had to do. He broke it up into little pieces and carried it back to the feline. He layed it in front of her, making sure she would eat it. "At least one of us can feel a bit better, eh?" he said before leaning his head against the couch arm and closing his eyes. "At least one of us can.." he muttered before he drifted off into sleep.